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When Song Qianji went back to the house to get the sword, he took the talisman given by Chen Hongzhu along with him.

The road was unimpeded, and when I met the patrolling disciples of the third team of Law Enforcement Hall, I just stopped him and wanted to question him, but when I saw the red paper crane on his front, he quickly moved out of the way.

In front of the mountain gate, the disciples on duty also greeted him politely and watched him walk out of the gate archway.

But I don't know what to think of, and he looks weird, with sympathy mixed with envy.

As soon as Song Qianji's back disappeared, they couldn't wait to gather people to gossip.

The night vigil is boring, and finally there is something new to relieve the sleepiness, and I can chat all night:

"What is he doing out in the middle of the night? Didn't you ask?"

"He's carrying the eldest lady's talisman, do I dare to ask? Why don't you ask?"

"Hey, whoever said that a man's appearance is not important, and good-looking people just take advantage of everything."

Huaweizong is located in Shanglin County, Tianxizhou.

Fangyan In the entire Tianxi Continent, the Huawei Sect family dominates, like a giant tree with big leaves and deep roots, and there are countless mortal towns, states and tribes attached to it.

There are fairy temples in each territory, and the people, under the leadership of the royal family or the fairy officials of the territory, worship the golden statues of the head of the Huawei Sect and the peak master on time to increase the luck of the sect.

"Huawei City" is just one of them.

It is only a few miles away from Huawei Mountain. It is backed by big trees, and evil cultivators dare not invade it. It is especially prosperous, with a population of one million.

Walking in this majestic city with no curfew and closed doors at night on a spring night, the night wind becomes softer and more intoxicating.

If Song Qianji goes to the east of the city, where there are dancing pavilions and singing stages, and the golden lanterns are like daylight, he will also meet Zhao Jiheng and his like who spend a lot of money, drunk with willows and sleeping with flowers.

If you go to the south of the city, the gambling shop and bank are shouting loudly, maybe Xu Wangshan and Qiu Dacheng are playing cards and betting, beating their chests and feet.

Song Qianji only went to the north of the city.

The north of the city is an old street.

The people who live here go to bed early, and occasionally there is a little movement at night, just like dogs barking and cats calling children to cry.

Noodle restaurants and silk and satin shops along the street have been closed and locked, only a few old wine flags fluttering in the wind.

The old alleys are narrow and long, like cobwebs intertwined.Newcomers who are new to the country, without a local to guide the way, will inevitably run into a dead end. It takes a month of groping to barely get lost.

But Song Qianji walked firmly without hesitation.

No wrong step, no wrong turn.

The spring moon is cool and the long street is silent.

The stone slabs have been polished smooth after wind and rain, reflecting Song Qianji's slanted shadow.

He suddenly remembered that at this time in his previous life, he was also walking on this road.

The Huawei Sect is a grand sect, but a young disciple from the outer sect killed someone in the sect and escaped from prison. He felt that he had lost his dignity, and offered a reward to hunt him down throughout the cultivation world.

Song Qianji's escape was not only by running away, he had just come down from the mountain and was only in the Qi refining period, and he was only a small fish. Where could he escape the search of high-ranking monks, he relied more on "hiding".

Relying on meticulous observation, careful step by step, relying on the negligence and arrogance of high-ranking monks.

He intentionally left clues to escape outside the city, turned back boldly, and hid in Huawei City, while pretending to be an ugly beggar, cultivating desperately.

He is more familiar with all the dark alleys and dog holes in Huawei City than the watchman.A map is engraved in my heart, and I always assume which road the enemy will appear from, which road I will take, and where to escape to escape the fastest.

Although many years later, the comprehension circle called him "Song Qianji who never dies in a hundred battles", but the first thing he learned was not to draw a sword to fight, but to run for his life.

Revisiting the old place coincides with the full moon.

Song Qian took a long sword in his hand and walked in the moonlight.

In this life, he will never run for his life again.

The old street is quiet and dark, only one shop is still lit.

Song Qianji stopped in front of the store with a hint of emotion in his eyes.

The paint on the four-character door plaque has peeled off, and the last two characters can be vaguely discerned: pawn shop.

The big pawnshops in Huawei City are all open next to the casino.

This store is really too small and too old, the lights are as dim as beans, the shopkeeper is making calculations, the clerk is shooting flies, and the old cat is dozing off.

Walking into the hall, there is an unwritten and non-contradictory couplet pasted on the white wall directly opposite.

Shanglian, no one has died in life since ancient times.

The second line, money is something outside of the body.

Hengpi is a quick fortune.

Song Qianji stood in the hall, no one even greeted him, only a tragic word "death" in the couplet rushed towards him.

As a pawn shop doing business, this place is really unlucky and unlucky.

"Come to live!" Song Qianji greeted the buddy first, "Being a thing."

"What are you doing?" The old shopkeeper raised his eyelids and squinted slightly to look at him.

"Be a sword."

The old sword slapped on the long table with a crisp sound.

Wake up the old cat sleeping under the window.

"Ten spirit stones, no bargaining."

The shopkeeper gave him a wink, and the clerk went into the backstage to order enough spirit stones and stuff them for the guests, with an expression of whether he wanted it or not.

"Ten Lingshi, just to buy a piano." Song Qianji said.

"How do you know we still sell violins?" The man looked at him in surprise and said, "No, how do you know that our violin sells for just ten yuan? You haven't been here before!"

"How do you know I haven't been here?" Song Qianji smiled, "Maybe you forgot."

The little guy refused to accept: "Impossible! I can't see it..."

"Talk too much!" The shopkeeper shouted, and gave the waiter a hard look, "Take the violin."

A qin and a sword brought by Song Qianji were placed on the long table together.

Song Qianji weighed his hands and tried two tones.

The body of the piano is very strong, the tone is very accurate, and the seven strings form a small sound amplification array, which is suitable for beginners in sound repair.

In the entire Huawei City, this is definitely the best piano that can be bought with ten spirit stones.

"No." Song Qianji frowned.

"What's wrong?" The little boy was annoyed, "I can tell which violin is most suitable for you just by looking at it! There is no one in our shop that suits you better than this one."

The shopkeeper thought the guy was too talkative, so he picked up his abacus and hit him on the head.

"It's not for me." Song Qianji said, "It's too heavy, is there a lighter one?"

The body of the piano is heavy, and a thin woman may not be able to hold it.The strings are also heavy, and the fingers are not strong enough to play the sound.

"Are you buying the piano for someone else?" The expressions of the shopkeeper and the waiter changed.

"Yes." Song Qianji nodded.

"Send it off? Send it to a nun?" The old shopkeeper, who had been too lazy to speak, suddenly smiled very kindly, "Why didn't you say it earlier! Come on, come and sit down and chat. Little Chai, what are you doing here? Make a pot of tea for the guests , we're here for business, look at this unlucky boy, he doesn't wink!"

The guy named Xiao Chai rolled his eyes and went to serve tea.

Song Qianji: "Don't bother, I'll just buy a piano."

"Buying a violin for a nun, I don't want to be troublesome." The shopkeeper said with a smile.

Song Qianji thought to himself, don't fool me.

Because of Miaoyan, he bought more than one piano in his previous life.

Famous pianos are like famous swords, which are hard to come by.

He went through a lot of trouble to find ten volumes of rare ancient music scores and a famous piano "immemorial legacy" that has disappeared, and presented them to Miaoyan as a betrothal gift.

Exquisite sandalwood boxes from ten directions were put up, lined up, and the staff opened the boxes, and the brilliance burst out.

Some qin bodies are painted with gold and phoenix paintings, some qin surfaces are embellished with pearl foil, some are carved with patterns, and some are inlaid with pearls...

The dilapidated small pawn shop was instantly resplendent and colorful.

"Do you have any favorites?" asked the shopkeeper, "This batch is not good, there will be more later."

"I just need an ordinary one, just tap it." Song Qianji said.

"Impossible! It's shameless to give away a piano for nuns, and we don't know how to do it." The shopkeeper waved his hands repeatedly.

Song Qianji glanced at the wooden price tag on the violin case, feeling dizzy for a while:

"You set such a high price, can you sell it? This is not Xianyinmen, there are not many female cultivators playing piano in the city!"

The shopkeeper was not ashamed, and said frankly: "Even if the nuns can't afford it, there will be people like you who will pay the bill. So women's money is always more profitable than men's money."

Song Qianji couldn't refute: "... makes sense."

The shopkeeper was very proud: "Anyone who doesn't understand this truth can't do big business! You keep this sword and the two hundred and two zither, how about two hundred?"

He obviously took Song Qianji as a victim and wanted to kill him.

Song Qianji shook his head: "I have no money."

"No money?!" The shopkeeper immediately changed his face, "What gift do you buy if you don't have money? What nun do you chase after if you don't have money?"

Song Qianji didn't bother to explain, took back the sword, got up and wanted to leave.

The shopkeeper shouted from behind: "You can't even give me a piano, you have no Taoist companion in your life!"

Song Qianji thought to himself, bah, I have given the best piano in the world in my previous life, and I am not without a Taoist companion.

"Forget it. He doesn't have to buy it." The shopkeeper Xiao Chai smiled, as if he was very happy that the shopkeeper's business failed, and he persuaded him insincerely, "Looking at his appearance, you can tell that for him, There is nothing important in this world. A mere Taoist couple, nothing to worry about."

Song Qianji had already stepped over the threshold with his left foot, and suddenly thought of the bean seedlings and impatiens that had been crying listlessly at the door of his house.

Life is alive, how can there not be a few beloved things?You are a black shop guy, why do you say I don't have one?

He turned around and walked straight to the old shopkeeper: "I have no money, but I want to buy a piano."

It's all here, it's time to work hard again for the vegetable garden in front of the door.

The shopkeeper laughed angrily: "You still want to grab it, and you didn't even look at where it was. I thought you were a knowledgeable person..."

"I'm going downstairs." Song Qianji said.

The shopkeeper's sarcasm stopped abruptly.The chubby old cat whimpered and ran away without a trace.

Xiao Chai jumped up, like a frightened bird, and closed the shop door with a bang.

"I'm going downstairs." Song Qianji repeated.

"Where are you from?" asked the shopkeeper.

Song Qianji's expression remained unchanged: "Don't ask where you came from!"

"Where are you going?"

"Don't ask where you are going!"

"Things are not clean, there may be trouble."

"Don't ask about life or death!" Song Qianji finally answered.

"Okay, please!"

The old shopkeeper's eyes were full, and the coercion of the Golden Core cultivator faintly leaked out.

The immature guy has a straight back, and he is also a foundation cultivator.

The wall with the unlucky couplets suddenly left without a sound, revealing a deep entrance.

The spring breeze blew the wine tricks in the street, but it couldn't blow through the wide open windows of the pawn shop.

I don't know when, this place is like a trap, the air mechanism is blocked, and there is a pool of stagnant water.

This was originally an underground black shop.

This formation is enough to scare most people.

But casual cultivator Song Qianji, visiting black shops is like going home.

He walked into the dark depths, knowing the way.

Similar to black shops, there are six in the world of self-cultivation, Huaweicheng pawnshop is only one of them, and the others are disguised as rice shops, rouge shops, butcher shops, etc.

As long as you "go downstairs" in the store, the buyer doesn't ask the seller's identity, and the seller doesn't ask who the seller is selling to, and what's the use.

It is most suitable for selling stolen goods and dividing them, buying and selling.It provided great convenience for Song Qianji in his previous life, but until he died in Xueyuan, he didn't know who was the leader behind the black shop. He only vaguely guessed that it should be a strong man who has fallen.

Although he is gone, his subordinates are still faithfully managing the legacy to express their condolences.

*****

The full moon hangs on the branches of the peach blossom tree, and the shadow of the tree falls on the courtyard wall, mottled.

He Qingqing sat at the gate of the courtyard with her knees hugged. The night was getting darker and the night wind was getting colder.She couldn't help trembling slightly.

She wiped her face and found that the tears had dried up, and her fingertips were colder than her cheeks.

In fact, she hadn't cried for a long time.

When a girl cries, it is the fairy who weeps. The pear blossoms bring rain, and those who see it are sad and pitiful.

She cried with heartache, others would only feel horrible when they saw her, and a timid person would have nightmares at night.

The chirping of insects in the grass was lively, making the night even more lonely.

He Qingqing was cold and hungry, and couldn't help thinking, will that person come back?

Are you just kidding yourself?If he's really kidding me, well, that's okay too.Anyway, I got used to it.

She could tell that that person was very prestigious and respected in Huawei Sect's outer sect, probably the same as Senior Brother Ziye in Qingya Academy.

She's in the mud, they're in the sky.People's hearts are not connected, not to mention the difference between clouds and mud.

At the end of the path, the flowers swayed, and suddenly there was the sound of footsteps, and a figure approached from a distance.

"Song..." He Qingqing suddenly got up, and when she saw the person clearly, the light in her eyes went out again.

It was a woman in red.

The skirt is flying, delicate and bright, like a torch, almost lighting up the night.

He Qingqing was envious and afraid of this, she didn't dare to look more, she lowered her head, waiting for the other party to go away.

The other party didn't just pass by, and walked straight towards her, only stopping when they were three steps away from each other, feeling extremely oppressive.

"Who are you?" the woman in red asked.

The tone was as if the host was asking an uninvited guest who broke into the hall.

"Qingya Academy, He Qingqing." The girl in white bowed her knees and saluted, and said in a low voice, "Dao is friendly."

The next question should have been, what are you doing here, but Chen Hongzhu suddenly couldn't ask.

She felt that the name He Qingqing was inexplicably familiar.

There were [-] households around Song Yuan, and she just passed by one by one.

During the day, no one told her about Song Qianji's movements.

Because of tracking the movements of the talisman, she knew that Song Qianji had gone down the mountain at night. After asking the deacon's hall, she found out what happened during the day: the six people from Qingya came to provoke, and brought a female cultivator with an unusual appearance to try to stimulate Song Qianji. Instead, he was scared away.

As for the twenty household eyeliners she had developed before, they put the spirit stones and messenger talismans she had given at the gate of the courtyard without saying a word.

The attitude couldn't be more obvious, they are unwilling to report the news again, even if it is profitable, even if they don't report it, they may be whipped.

It was the first time for Chen Hongzhu to say something wrong in Huaweizong, thinking that he would be furious, but doubts in his heart were greater than anger.

She could have kicked open the doors of those twenty houses, pulled out those outer disciples who didn't know what to do, and gave them a severe blow.But she didn't.

She was genuinely confused, why things went wrong every time she came to Song Qianji's place.

When fear and the whip fail to deter the heart.Temptation and spirit stones are useless.Enough to make her hair stand on end.

Although the Outer Sect is humble, it is the cornerstone supporting such a giant as the Huawei Sect.

Outer sect disciples should be the most obedient and best in charge, as long as they give a little hope, they can fight desperately and devote their blood and sweat to the sect.

If there is not one Song Qianji, but tens of millions.

Can Hua Weizong's control over the outer disciples, the affiliated countries, and all the low-level monks in Tianxizhou be stable?

After all, she is the daughter of Master Xu Yun.What happened today suddenly made her realize that the rule maintained by fear will be defeated by dignity.

In the outer door, no one really respects her, but people respect Song Qianji.

Fortunately, there is only one Song Qianji, who is not the teacher of the academy, and can only influence a group of outer disciples at present.

Thinking of the academy, Chen Hongzhu remembered that in the daytime, she and her senior brother went to pick up the dean and supervisor of Qingya Academy.

Even for a peerless genius like Ziye Wenshu, the supervisor of the academy, he has to show a dead face all day long, strictly discipline himself and set an example, in order to maintain his prestige in front of others and win the respect from the heart of all students in the academy.

Why can Song Qianji do the same thing every day by planting the ground, watering the flowers, and eating noodles?

If Ziye Manjusri knew, wouldn't he die of anger?

Chen Hongzhu was thinking about it, and when his thoughts came to this point, a flash of lightning suddenly flashed in his mind.

She stared at He Qingqing, her gaze seemed to pass through the thin gauze:

"Are you the girl Ziye Manjusri brought back when he ventured into the Demon Cave of the West Sea alone?"

He Qingqing was shocked.

Before Ziye Manjusri became the supervisor, he was already famous in the world of comprehension.

Every student of the academy can recite the story fluently. At the age of 16, he entered the Demon Cave of the West Sea alone, killed the Gu Demons, and rescued the innocent people who were treated as Gu people.

The story was thrilling and exciting. The senior supervisor, with the early stage cultivation of Jindan, leapfrogged to kill the evil cultivator at the Nascent Soul Stage, and thus became famous in the first battle.

In fact, the battle was fought in the dark and the power spread far and wide, and only one mortal was rescued in the end.

A 12-year-old girl.

In the middle of the night, Manjusri sent someone to Qingya Academy, but it was only a word, a greeting.

Then he went on to travel to four continents and write more legends.

When he came back, he had already forgotten about it.

As the witness of this story, He Qingqing, whose scars on his face are the evidence of evil cultivators, was lucky enough to enter Qingya Academy, and stumbled into the gate of the cultivation world by mistake.

Year after year, whenever someone mentioned the legend of the prison supervisor and the virtues of Qingya Academy for taking in victims, they would pull her out to show off.

Everyone told her she should be grateful for Dade.

He Qingqing often feels guilty and painful because she can't be grateful.

She can only be patient.

But sometimes the more you give in, the more tolerant, the more fearful you are, the more people will bully you.

"I am." She heard herself admit it with difficulty.

She was very afraid that the other party, like every female student in the academy, was curious and excited and asked her about Ziye Manjusri.

She didn't know anything at all, let alone answer.And according to her experience, no matter what the answer is wrong.

The girl in red said, "I'm Chen Hongzhu, do you recognize me?"

He Qingqing was surprised.

The only daughter of the head of Huawei Sect.People call her Miss Huawei and Princess.

I actually met her in the middle of the night and talked face to face for so long.

"What are you doing here?" Chen Hongzhu asked.

The problem goes back to the beginning of the encounter.

"Song Daoyou said, let me wait for him here." He Qingqing replied.

For some reason, Chen Hongzhu's heart was filled with nameless anger.

"Why did I make you wait?"

"I don't know. I was crying here before, but he went out to see me, and told me not to move until he came back." He Qingqing's voice became smaller and smaller, "Senior Brother Song is a good man."

Chen Hongzhu thought to himself, I don't need you, an outsider, to tell me who my disciple is.

"Ha, do you think he has a good temper? He seems to be easy to talk, but in fact he has the most stubborn temper and the hardest bones. He doesn't like soft and hard!"

Chen Hongzhu remembered that he had bumped into a nail three times at Song Qianji's place, frowned and sneered,

"It's just that your crying upset him, so he went out to practice sword!"

"I, I trust him. He told me to wait, so I will wait." Before He Qingqing could speak, she was startled.

This is the first time she refuted others.It was someone who refuted Chen Hongzhu's identity.

But it wasn't for himself, he just wanted to prove that Song Qian kept his word.

"I bet he won't come back tonight." Chen Hongzhu tidied up her skirt and sat on the floor, "I'll wait too."

Two girls sat side by side on the stone steps in front of the courtyard.

The red clothes are like fire, and the white clothes are like frost.

Looking at the same bright moon, thinking about different things.

Chen Hongzhu thought, if Huawei Sect wants to last forever, there must not be many people like Song Qianji.

He Qingqing thought, if Brother Song really doesn't come back, I don't blame him either.He is the kind of person who should be satisfied once he meets him.

Shanyue doesn't know what's in her heart.